Lyrical Breakdown of Lick Shots - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lick Shots" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Missy Elliott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lick Shots" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Missy Elliott employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Missy Elliott's narrative.

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Uh, ayo, Timbaland

See, what they don't understand

Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em

For two-double-zero-one (hey)

And for those of you who hated (hey)

You only made us more creative

(Misdemeanor, uh)

You don't wanna speak my name

Mess around, get that ass blown away

Brrah, fool, go on away

I ain't never like your tail anyway

Missy got somethin' to say

I ride down the block in an Escalade

Bling bling all in your face

I think you might need to put on your shades

Rah, I know you feel me though

You hatin' on me, but you hear me though

20 inch rims sittin' crazy low

Ah, I'm a crazy ho

I'ma keep the party live

Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight

Keep your hands in the sky

Wave 'em 'round like you're crazy high

Huh, time to lick shots

Time to see you dance

Hey you, why you frontin'?

Blaow, time to lick shots

Time to see you dance

Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow

You don't know who I be

Your mammy tell you not to fuck wit' me

If I give you head, you'll never leave

Rah, stop sweatin' me

Flip it on the blackhand side

Looka here boy, don't you even try it

Make me dislocate your spine

My rings fix your shine like turpentine

What you comin' 'round here now fo'?

Baby, hell no, you just want my dough

Get ya black ass on the flo'

Fool touch me, that's a no-no

Rah, Mr. DJ, won't you play that song?

Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs

Hey boys, won't you sing along?

'Cause we gon' rock the party 'til the early morn'

Huh, time to lick shots

Time to see you dance

Hey you, why you frontin'?

Blaow, time to lick shots

Time to see you dance

Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow

Y'all don't hear me (hot)

You got your guns, but you don't scare me (ooh)

Originality is leary (uh)

My own style and I ain't sharin'

Back up, back up, easy now

Hey y'all (hot)

Let's turn it up and tear the club down (uh)

Grab your drinks and give me two rounds

I'll break you off, I'm goin' down, down

Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up

Huh, time to lick shots

Time to see you dance

Hey you, why you frontin'?

Blaow, time to lick shots

Time to see you dance

Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow

Listen

Huh, time to lick shots

Time to see you dance

Hey you, why you frontin'?

Blaow, time to lick shots

Time to see you dance

Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow